Page 68 of Her Guardian
“How much time was there between the murders in the other cities?” Boyd asks, his jaw clicking as he grinds it.
“I thought you were listening to my old podcasts,” I tease, nudging my playfully.
“I have been, but I’m not a damn encyclopedia on this shit like you are,” he grouses.
“It’s not unusual for him to go dark for a while,” I say, kissing Boyd’s arm, and moving my way up to his neck. “There was some time between the second and third in Chicago. Same in New Jersey. And a couple of months between the fourth and fifth in New York.”
“Fuck,” Boyd says, his tone softening as I kiss his earlobe. “Careful, Sarah. I don’t have to run out the door this morning if there’s no news.”
“That’s kind of what I was counting on,” I laugh, putting my hand on his cock and rubbing it. “But if you want me to stop…”
Boyd turns and I see the answer in his emerald-gold glare. He doesn’t want me to stop. He grabs my wrists, flipping me in one single, fluid motion. He kisses me with a ferocity that makes me melt into his arms, my hand stroking his length again as he powers between my thighs. The way his weight pins me beneath his heavy frame makes my core clench in anticipation.
One of Boyd’s large hands pulls mine away from his cock. It joins the other one above my head and gets held there while he adjusts his position. Then he’s inside me in one thrust. I’m so wet there is no resistance. It’s deep, hard, and perfect.
I’m full. Exactly the way I want to be. Whimpering his name while his hips make the covers rise and fall. I buck into every single thrust, my breathing getting heavier each time I feel him throb in my depths. Every pumping, brutal thrust that brushes my g-spot makes my toes curl and my head spin.
I succumb to the pleasure and Boyd kisses me. Our bodies grind together in perfect harmony while he ravages my mouth. I tremble from the pressure that builds. Groan and scream into his mouth, but he devours every sound. The rhythm. The heat. His dominance. It’s too much and my thighs start to shake before I’m ready.
I’m close. Too close. I have to pull my lips away from his, breaking the perfect seal with a gasp.
“Do I have permission to come?” I mewl. “Please give me permission!”
“Only because I love the way it feels when you do,” he growls, his thrusts getting faster.
I cry out in relief, and the orgasm rips through me like a storm. My body clenches around him, pulsating and shuddering, every nerve ending lit up like fireworks behind my eyes. I moan his name over and over until it’s all I know.
“Boyd… Boyd… Big Boyd, oh, sweet mercy!” I squeal, a second orgasm crashing into the first until they’re coursing through my body in unison.
He groans into my ear, hips slamming into me harder, his cock going deeper as I surrender to the bliss. Then I feel his thrust get erratic. His length throbs inside me while my walls flutter on him. Several bone-rattling thrusts send me over the edge again, and he joins me this time, grunting with pleasure as he empties himself inside me.
Boyd’s weight drops against me for a moment, breath hot on my neck, chest heaving as his breathing settles. My heart is still pounding in my chest. The afterglow of multiple orgasms, still radiating inside me and making my core tingle.
He doesn’t pull out right away. Just stays there, buried deep, like he doesn’t want to leave me empty any more than I want him to. His grip on my wrists loosens and his arm moves behind my back, pulling me closer as he sinks into the mattress. I groan a little when he finally slides free from my pussy, missing him in the instant he’s gone. My thighs squeeze together involuntarily, just trying to savor the last remnants of our pleasure before it fades.
“I could get used to mornings like this,” I whisper, resting my head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat.
“Dangerous words, little girl,” he mumbles, his rough voice tinged with satisfaction. “After we catch the Mafia Prince Killer,there’s going to be a lot of mornings like this. Hell, all of them might be like this.”
“Is that a promise?” I ask, doing my best not to laugh.
“Well, maybe not exactly like this,” he admits, tightening his grip on me. “Some mornings, you might wake up tied to the bed, and then I’ll fuck you so hard you forget how to ask for permission.”
My breath catches as I imagine it. “Are you going to punish me if I forget?”
“Damn right,” he says, his hands tracing along my ribs. “But for now, I need to head to my place. Get a shower. Change clothes. There may not be any news, but I should put in an appearance, just so my crew knows I’m still keeping tabs on everything.”
“You’re leaving me again,” I sigh, my head dropping against his chest in disappointment.
“Unless you want to come with me,” he says, tightening his grip. “And we don’t have to leave yet. I want to stay right here for a while.”
“Okay.” The smile returns to my face, and I close my eyes.
I’m not ready to get up, either.
We stay in bed as long as we can. Boyd waits while I shower and get ready, then we leave my room. I follow him to the elevators and kiss him until they open.
The Morandi family has a lot more people hanging around today. A lot of guys I don’t recognize, but the way they carrythemselves makes it pretty obvious they’re not tourists or guests at the hotel. All of those people are walking around with souvenirs, shopping bags, or lost in a Las Vegas daze—either from winning or losing, it’s hard to tell.
